But tell me, Lisah, do you need to know this shit?
Sometimes I really, really don't!
And he and his class had an...interesting discussion about marital *intimacy*.
That was so, so, so wrong.
'Shindig'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
But tell me, Lisah, do you need to know this shit?
Sometimes I really, really don't!
And he and his class had an...interesting discussion about marital *intimacy*.
That was so, so, so wrong.
Oh Deena, your poor tootsies. I know the pain of broken toe and how frigging little can be done for them. Fast healing to you, and happy anniversary to you and Greg.
Lisah, I think our boy tastes are quite similar. I can see the pretty Ackles, and hott just doesn't enter into it. I am enjoying Plei's flailing, though.
Happy anniversary Deena!
I am enjoying Plei's flailing, though.
Now that I've realized exactly how far I identify with Dean, expect my flailing to go up exponentially.
Still - the boys are pretty, but my main lust is reserved for John.
Happy Anniversary, Deena and Greg!!!
I'm sorry about the toe and the weather that is keeping you from your date night, Deena.
Cindy, at least I knew this time not to go to the emergency room for it and saved some money. They certainly are a pain, aren't they?
Thanks for the happies, guys. It's a good anniversary, our 7th. We feel very comfortable and safe and happy with one another. Settled in a good way.
the boys are pretty, but my main lust is reserved for John.
seriously, yes. Cindy, if you dig that action then, yes, our tastes ARE similar!
Deena, sorry about you toe! OWIE! But your v'day dinner plan sounds teh yum. Happy anniversary!!!
seriously, yes. Cindy, if you dig that action then, yes, our tastes ARE similar!
That was juliana's comment, but I've seen pictures of John, I think, and (if I'm thinking correctly), then yeah, they really are.
cereal...
Deena, yes, save your money -- don't blow it on a co-pay for the toes, unless it looks like something else is going on with them. I broke a couple right before Ben's first birthday. My f-i-l took me to my doctor, who works in this enormous medical building. His office is as far from the door as possible, and we got all the way down there just to be told to stay off the foot and elevate, and wear stiff shoes when I had to walk. So frustrating!